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That night, Chang Nianru had an unusually sound sleep, while the mood-laden Madam Chang and the anxious Fu Zhiwen suffered from insomnia.
Fu Zhiwen was still alright, for he was young, but Madam Chang looked weary, which made Chang Nianru quite worried: "Mother, are you feeling unwell? How about we not go down the mountain today and ask someone to fetch a doctor to check on you?"
"It's nothing, just couldn't sleep well on a different bed last night." Madam Chang comfortingly patted her daughter's hand: "It's too cold on the mountain, let's hurry back."
The daughter's health wasn't good, and the dragon heating was already prepared at home, so it was best to return early.
Fu Zhiwen watched as the Chang family left the mountain gate, and then he and Yuan Bao followed closely behind at a distance.
After hearing the report from the servant, Madam Chang exchanged a glance with her daughter and saw a shy expression on her face, unable to help but sigh.
